Another Bad Boy Story [Ziall]

Ch.11~What Would You Do?

Niall's POV

"Niall!"

"What?!"

Liam's head pops in my room, looking worried "I'm going out for a bit."

Frowning at him I reply "For what? It's...nine o'clock on a Sunday night."

"I forgot that I need to pick up roses for tomorrow. So I need to get them, or else Kevin will flip. You know how he is."

I chuckle "Well then you better get going."

He nods and his brown head leaves in a hurry. Poor Liam, he just had to sign up to be a volunteer for tomorrow. Valentines day. They'll be handing out roses, to those whose friends or lovers sent ones to. Liam will probably end up getting hundreds, I see how the girls look at him...

I wonder if Zayn sent me one?

Laying on my bed, I sigh in defeat. Yeah, I have a small crush on Zayn. I mean, how couldn't I after these past few days?

"They're beautiful." I breath out gazing up at the shining stars.

"Not as beautiful as you."

I reach out and slap his chest playfully "Cheesy and old."

He laughs, and pulls me on top of him "Hey, at least I made you blush."

"Am not!" Even as I say the words, I feel my cheeks burning up. Damn!

I try to cover my face as best as I can while being on top of him. But a pair of warm hands stops me.

"Don't. Don't hide that adorable blush. And that perfect face."

I scoff, my hands remaining in his grasp "I'm not perfect."

Suddenly I feel emptiness into hands, looking down at them I see he removed his hands from mine. Why? My question is answered when he sits up, taking me with him. Just like last time, I'm between his legs.

He puts a finger under my chin and gently lifts my face so we're looking into each others eyes. Brown and blue.

"No you're not perfect...You're beyond perfect." His words send a shiver throughout my body, my words barely audible.

"You think so?"

"I know so."

A blush creeps up my face at the memory.

We had been stargazing that Tuesday night, just stargazing. But it turned into a memory I will never forget. That had been the moment when feelings for him had developed.

Another great memory was when he took me out for ice cream.

I glared at him wanting my spoon back.

"Zayn! Give it back, I'm trying to eat here!" I nearly yell.

Nobody messes with my food. No one.

Zayn shakes his head, his brown eyes shining playfully "Nope. I want to feed you."

My mouth hangs open "What?"

He scoops up some of my vanilla ice cream and holds it to my lips "Open up."

I keep my mouth shut stubbornly. This is ridiculous!

"Com on Ni! Open up, here comes the airplane."

People around us are staring, some cooing about how cute we are. Others, girls, sending jealous looks at their boyfriends. As if they're mad that their boyfriends don't do that to them. But Zayn isn't my boyfriend. He's just a stubborn boy who's in love with me.